Blurb
When state arson investigator Tamara Royce is summoned to Pleasure, Tennessee by one well-placed phone call from the Barlow brothers, she knows her mind, body, and heart are in trouble. She’s resisted the brothers’ advances for too long. Two things kept her from submitting to her deepest, darkest desires. She refuses to choose as adamantly as Darryl refuses to share her with Seth and Colt. She’s also afraid Seth will attempt to control her entire world. But, when she faces off with them as she works to catch an arsonist, she quickly learns there’s no amount of inner strength that will save her from their beds.
Seth, Colt, and Darryl Barlow’s dominance varies, but their desire for the super-sexy and, so far, unattainable Tamara is one in the same. They’re willing to make compromises within themselves in their quest to claim her, but will that be enough or will the burning pleasure they give her leave their heart in ashes?
[Siren Menage Everlasting: Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, figging, sex toys, HEA]
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Adult Excerpt:
“You didn’t think I was going to let you take care of our woman all by yourself, did you?”
Colt’s question was obviously meant for Darryl. Tamara saw a dart of irritation shoot through Darryl’s eyes, but then acceptance followed as his attention returned to her. He brought one of her hands to his mouth, brushed a kiss over her knuckles, and then released them both as he reached for a bar of soap and a washcloth.
“I can wash myself, Darryl. Really. You don’t have to—”
Colt nuzzled his lips against his ear. “When we want you to wash yourself, we’ll tell you. If we want to carry you into the house, we’ll do it. Stop arguing and let us take care of you.”
Tamara stopped arguing and allowed herself the pleasure of being pampered. So this was what it felt like to be loved. She’d never known the sensation, never thought it could feel like this.
Darryl washed her front, lathering her flesh with soap, and lingered on her breasts long enough to have her writhing.
“This is the first time I’ve ever give a worm a bath,” he commented as he continued on to wash her abdomen and belly.
Colt chuckled. “Give me the cloth. I’ll take care of her sexy backside.”
“In a minute,” Darryl told him as he slipped the cloth between her legs. “I’m not done yet.”
Tamara feared by the time he deemed her front thoroughly washed she’d be out of her mind. She was damn near close to it when he finally straightened in front of her, after making sure to wash her all to way to her feet, and handed Colt the washcloth.
She didn’t fare any better under Colt’s gentle perusal of her flesh. He cleaned her back, taking a great deal of time to alternate the cloth and a hand on her butt cheeks. Then his hands framed her hips, and she felt him start to kneel, bringing her down with him.
“Now to rinse you off,” he said as he settled her to sit on his lap in the bottom of the tub and proceeded to splash the water over her, washing away the suds.
Darryl was still standing in front of her, his erect cock jutting out of his body like a come-get-me exclamation point. Colt’s equally hard cock was nuzzled in the crack of her ass. Tamara couldn’t help herself. She wriggled her ass on Colt’s cock and started to reach for Darryl’s. A curt command had her hand freezing in midair.
“Suck him, Tamara. Suck Darryl nice and hard while Colt fucks you.”
Holy fuck! That was Seth who had just given her that command. How could she have forgotten he was in the room?
She had to lean over to see him with Darryl standing in front of her. He hadn’t moved from where he’d been standing when she’d taken off her clothes, although he had turned to face the tub. He was still standing there with his arms folded over his chest and that unreadable look in his eyes.
Those eyes locked with hers, and he repeated the command. “Suck Darryl nice and hard while Colt fucks you.”
“I need a condom,” Colt told him.
Seth reached into a drawer beneath the sink, palmed a foiled wrapper, and sent it sailing through the air straight into Colt’s lifted hand.
Colt ripped it open with his teeth and reached both of his hands between her legs. “Lift up, love, so I can get this on.”
Tamara shifted and lifted her hips, using the floor of the tub for leverage. Her pulse was pounding so loudly in her ears she was only scarcely hearing the words they said to her. Her nipples were throbbing, her clit pulsing in rapid rhythm, and her channel flaming with need. Her mouth was tingling, too, and as her attention locked on Darryl’s cock only slightly above her head, she felt those tingles ignite into a blaze that drew a protesting sound from her lips.
“I can’t get to you.”
He obliged her by bending his knees and leveling his cock with her mouth. Colt’s hands moved to her waist, and he adjusted her body until the head of his cock was grazing her outer folds. Colt gave her enough time to fold her hand around the base of Darryl’s shaft and indulge in a quick taste of the precum beading in the slit of his cockhead before he used his hold on her hips to pull her body down.
He sheathed his cock with her pussy in one fluid motion that drove him all the way inside her channel to the hilt. Her lips clamped over Darryl’s cockhead, more out of response than design, and slid down the length of his shaft.
A gruff moan mixed with a guttural growl and her own muffled cry as the men started to move. Neither of them allowed her an ounce of control. Darryl buried a hand in her hair, fisted the strands, and fucked her mouth with his cock as Colt used his continued hold on her hips to lift her body up, drop it down, and pound his dick in her pussy.
They instantly sent her to the edge of a precipice they created. She could’ve held it off. Maybe. She could’ve thwarted off the impending orgasm. Maybe. She could’ve done it, but Darryl reached down with his free hand, captured a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pinched. Her eyes flew open, but it wasn’t him she saw. Her gaze had shifted around him and landed on Seth.
The plea that bubbled in her throat, one she couldn’t say with Darryl’s cock lodged in her mouth, must have been clear in her eyes because he said, “Not this time, love. Soon, you’ll know what it feels like to have my hands on you, to have my dick inside you, and to fully be at my command.”
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